A Royal Steed
When things were quiet the forest truly felt worth it. All manner of beast and monster called the place home, making it difficult to feel completely at peace. One moment you’re using your magic to create fashionable clothing for a fairy, and the next you’re running from a boar sporting demonic rot tendrils from its back and an insatiable craving for fae flesh. Not that the fairies were any saints themselves.
Some monstrology journals counted the little fluttering woman as monsters themselves. A few misguided attempts to link them back to the less sultry bug beasts and other fluttering humanoids with chitin and carapaces. But Lyla and Veribelle were too gorgeous to be compared to such creatures. Lyla with sun in her hair and her skin, and Veri-bee with her pale purple hair and night sky freckly complexion, were beauties to behold even if they were only a bit bigger than the average person’s hand. They only liked to trick a few adventurers once in a while, and only when it would be funny. But that morning was all about relaxing and resting in their little home…
Until they heard a distant yell. They awoke, still a bit buzzed from the nectar wine they had been sipping the night before. “Ugh… what’s all that racket?” Veri ran a hand through her hair and wiped a frizzy strand from her slick forehead. “My head is killing me…”
“You were two drinks ahead of me last I remember!” Lyla spoke in too loud and jovial a tone.
“I hate that you don’t get hangovers…”
Another yell sounded out, clearly a woman’s cry.
“Ugh…” Veribelle sighed. “Let’s go see what it is. I have a feeling they’re going to keep going until someone comes and collects them…”
The pair floated away, Lyla on her dulcet green translucent wings, and Veribelle on her more regal moth wings. Veri swore she was from some noble family though Lyla usually stopped paying attention halfway through the longest last name she had ever heard, and for a fae that was impressive!
Past the gnarled roots dug up unevenly by truffle starved boarbeasts, over the mirage leaves of the silver song brushes, and across the sparkling diamond river that floated just above the tree line like a long curious eel, the pair arrived at a small little grove, a clearing so miniscule and rarely visited that they hadn’t surveilled it in quite some time.
And on the ground, confused and strangely angry looking was a blonde regal woman holding two strange little crystals that were emitting a soft smoke.
“Help! Help!” She shouted. “Ugh! You’ve got to be kidding me! Help!”
Lyla looked at Veribelle and gave a little mischievous grin. Veribelle gave a nod back and held a laugh behind her hand. Lyla suddenly fluttered up from the bushes and presented herself, sparkling in the sun like a precious gem. “Oh, fair traveller, what troubles ails thee? Be soothed, for I hath arrived to help thee–”
“About time!” The woman grumbled. “I have been calling for quite some time… but I am grateful. My assistants accidentally activated our escape crystals and the idiots only brought two!” She lifted the spent crystal to display her situation. “May you please assist me in recharging them? Or perhaps showing me the way home?”
Lyla nodded her head. “Oh you poooor thing~” She could hear her friend laughing from the bushes. “But don’t worry, we’ll be most happy to help, even though you humans oft use us fairies for your sinister health potions and rarely say please and thank you.”
The blonde woman pouted. “Please? I would deeply appreciate it.”
“Sure, sure. I know just the woman. There is a fairy known far and wide for her deep knowledge of these woods, and maybe even of your crystals! But we had best be suuuuper careful! She is easy to anger!”
Lyla took the blonde woman along the path that she usually took whenever she was messing with humans. It was a rehearsed little circle that felt just enough like they were going in circles to peeve the poor thing and stalled the perfect amount of time for Veribelle to get back to her little tree branch study to prepare whatever aspect of the scam they would need to focus on next. Typically they liked to just do a little silly teleport spell, send them back naked and such, or other little teasing corruptions to teach them a lesson. Send them back a cup size bigger, or with a heightened libido for a few days, or if they seemed fun do the libido spell first and theeeen send them back, but usually nothing too extreme or that’ll bring kingdom soldiers to the woods.
“By the way, my name is–”
The princess was cut off. “One moment princess, we just arrived!” They turned the corner. A mysterious purple smoke unfurled across the grass, almost as if Veri just got back to the study in time to cast the spell. Lyla would be sure to remind her that the theater of it all was vital and the most fun part and not just sending broken bra worked up princesses back to court to ruin their betrothments.
“This way~ But don’t breathe a single breath until the witch says it is safe. If you do you’ll DIE.”
“Die?!” The princess gasped and then covered her mouth and hoisted her skirt a bit higher so she might prance with some mortal urgency in her heels across the rooted ground. They scurried ahead, Lyla moving at just the right pace that she found had humans right at their end by the time they made it.
“Oh witch, we have arrived~” Lyla knocked at the door. No response. “… Witch! We’re… here…”
The princess looked at Lyla pleadingly. Lyla, almost breaking character, looked concerned. She knocked harder at the door. “HEY! Vee open up we’re–”
“Who dares!” The door burst open with a gush of magic and the purple smoke dispersed. The princess nearly fell over as her face turned blue. Lyla gestured frantically.
“All good all good! We met the witch breathe girl breathe!”
The princess gasped for air. Lyla looked over at Veribelle who couldn’t even hide her bemused laughter, though Lyla was less than impressed and squeaked a scowl out through the door before it was back to the show.
“Oh witch! Our princess needs help!”
“Witch, my name is–”
“Yeah, whatever. Royals always have annoying names,” She gave a mean smile to Lyla and then back to the princess gave a more enigmatic look. Lyla stomped her foot in the air as Vee completely refused to get back on script. “I can hear all through these woods and know already of your peril. Your crystals require recharging then?”
“As your princess, for these woods are a part of the kingdom,” the princess spoke, indignant of being refused her identity to assert as power twice now: “I demand a boon. No more of these crystals and teleportation and these untrustworthy magics. I wish for a horse to return home quickly!”
“A horse might be a bit much!” Lyla tried to ease the situation. “Why not just let us teleport you–”
“No more teleportation!” The princess huffed again. “I do not trust these crystals and am not even sure if my guards are at home waiting for me. Lend me a horse.”
Peeved, and still reeling from her hangover, Veri nodded her head. “A horse you shall have.” She went in to the back of the study and sorted through a few items. Lyla excused herself from the impatient princess and rushed to the back.
“How exactly are we going to play this?” Lyla asked, watching as Veri took another swig on nectar wine.
“Simple, we shall give her a horse,” Veri retrieved a bottle. “I made a special magic that turns people into horses a while ago. We’ll simply turn her in to a horse, send her home with instructions on how to turn her back, and the king will get the idea to fuck off. No harm done. And while she’s in horse form her instinct will be simple. She’ll focus on going home, will ride with no issue, and that’s that!” Veri fluttered out from the back and placed the small bottle from the back in the princess’s hand.
“Drink this. What it will do is open your eyes to the woods. You then find a horse. Simply leap on his back, and you’ll be home by the next time you wake up.” Since of course, her time in animal form will feel like a splendid and freeing dream. The princess mayhaps had some survival instincts for she peered at the bottle with a healthy skepticism, but only a moment later she took a swig of it.
Immediately the tincture took effect, slowly pushing through the princess and granting her wish.
The magic was a fickle thing. Veribee likely didn’t mind as hooves burst through the princess’s shoes. Certainly, Lyla would claim that the bulge in the princess’s dress was an accidental twist of fate. Their little prank had taken a turn, but the two fairies… didn’t seem to mind that much.
“Is it working?” The princess asked as her ears migrated to the top of her head, an additional charm but the chestnut fur she was sprouting only seemed to be across her legs and not quite where the fairies had hoped it would go. Veri looked at the bottle again as if to see if the label she wrote may provide a clue to what was happening.
Fae transformation was magical and painless, twisting out from a person as if they were returned to the primordial clay from which they were made, unlike demonic transformation that was dramatic and intense or human transformation spells that were limited in scope and took too long to happen. The princess could be forgiven for taking a while to notice the changes to her body.
A tail pushed out from her petticoat, not yet filled with all those feelings it would soon have as it became long and flowing and pretty. Less hidden was a new set of equine legs pushing out from just below her corset and punching her panties clean off her crotch. Her new legs suddenly lunged for the ground as her center of gravity changed, her lower body elongating and warping like a beautiful natural formation.
When next the princess stood it was on all fours, confused and overwhelmed by how suddenly and intensely her body had changed. All feeling was denied her until the very last second when the work was done. Her horse half was coated in chestnut brown fur, her hooves ebon and kicking away the remnants of her heels, and skirt failed now to hide her full package as a set of dark leathery nuts descended from her frame far too large to be normal even for a horse, exaggerated as if painted one handed by a pervert.
And without a doubt to the two fairies the princess had been turned into a horse… half way. Technically, she was a centaur. The issue was that her lower half was undeniably male.
Veribee darted in front of the Princess’ face. “Odd question but—”
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” The princess cut in. Veri was unbothered.
“—but did you happen to be a centaur enchanted to be a princess?” Veribee finished, unperturbed by the princess’ outburst.
“What..? No! What are you talking about?” The question seemed to have stunned the royal woman out of her fervor as her back hoof repeatedly pawed at the ground. One of her ears flicked, now located at the top of her head.
“No no, that is an odd situation, Veri.” Lyla scratched at her chin. “Who would turn someone into a princess as a punishment.”
The princess snorted. “As opposed to a horse?!”
Veribee wasn’t listening to either of them. Her eyes had been drawn to something below the barrel of the princess’ animal chest. It bobbed with each motion the woman made, and with every invective it grew another inch. Veri flew closer, watching the dark eye at the center of it move to and fro. It was rather well-shaped, which fit its owner! The skin of the flare was glossy now that it was fully roused from slumber. Veri floated alongside, the shaft was nearly wide as she was tall! Larger than her, even, at the medial ring, and upon reaching the base she was stunned by the pungent wall of musk at the sheath. She’d only had the horsecock for a minute and she was already topping the charts!
“Nope, Lyla this one was DEFINITELY royalty!”
The princess was in the middle of speaking when Lyla zipped down to the woman’s crotch to check out the situation.
“—one’s prerogative to demand a certain stature, a certain respect from one’s own, hey! Hey!! What are you doing down there! Stop it! Stop looking at it!”
“Look Lyla, it’s getting harder! I think it happens whenever she gets mad and starts bitching.”
“What!? I’m not mad, I’m indignant—!”
Lyla pointed at the mottled texture of the horsecock in front of her. “She did it again! You’re right!” The slit in the center seemed to flex in reaction to the undue attention and the growing fury in the princess’s belly.
The princess bent at the midsection—her corset stopping her from anything more than just leaning forward and completely obscuring the pair of fairies from her gaze, allowing them whatever fun they might be having out of view.
“And that’s just her cock… I mean, she is a princess. What if the rest of her…” Veribee glanced over to her friend with a sinister expression.
“There’s no way. Royal blood doesn’t make your genitalia oversized and extra sensitive. It’s just a luck thing. It’s not going to affect the rest of her, you know…”
“The rest of my what?” The princess sounded a bit plaintive, but only for a moment. “You have to tell me what you’re talking about! I order you!”
Her cock shot out a little more, bopping Veribee in the face and leaving a strand of lust between her and the cockhole she had accidentally kissed for a brief moment. Lyla giggled at the two of them and dashed behind the princess to confirm their hypothesis.
She had to dodge an indignant tail swatting at her, either a sign the princess was growing accustomed to the body or had an excellent reflex to knock away any annoying flies buzzing near where they ought not. Sure enough, Lyla was pleased to find that just down the street from meat befitting a princess there was a bakery that specialized in a rather magnificent donut.
Puffy, rubbery, it bore a similar texture to the balls swaying between her legs. It was emphasized and exaggerated, a sure sign of the princess’s royal heritage. Perhaps this is what interfered with the spell? Or maybe it was the fact that Veri was drunk again already, not just on musk but the shots of violet whisky she had snuck in back the study. She whistled as she fluttered over to join Lyla, both of the fairies unable to hide how alluring the sight was.
“Gods be praised…” Lyla gulped.
“That is quite the star. She’s either lucky, or quite the princess.”
“Or both!” Lyla smiled. “Some people are born lucky, and then unrelated to their station just receive a second ration of luck entirely.”
“Well that hardly seems fair, when are we going to get lucky?”
“When you shut up and dig in!” Lyla grabbed her drooling friend and pushed her face in. Immediately the princess squealed, a rush of horse hormone shooting through like boiling water. The essence of the beast was overwhelming and slowly beating out the humanity and pleasure was only hastening it. Veri emerged just in time for Lyla to take her turn pushing her face forward in to the donut and running her tongue in dutiful circles.
“Hrgh… S-stop that!” The princess protested. She again tried to kick her legs, thwacking her still hardening cock against her lower stomach. Globs of pre flung out and dropped to the floor below, pooling up steadily. “The indignity of you–!! I’ll… I’ll…” The princess curled her eyes back and tried to stop it but something euphoric happened.
A fat wad of cum thicker than the nectar she was spraying pooled up just at the tip like a dam freshly cracked and then BAM! It shot out from her in a big sudden burst smothering a bush in her potent seed. A second stand then burst right after as the foundation holding her back from cumming like an animal collapsed beneath the weight of her cumming like an animal.
Moaning and stimmying her squeals behind her hands, the fairies watched from her hind as she sprayed an angry, delicious load, loosing arrows of cum like an eager if inaccurate archer from the barracks roof. The fairies giggled and squeezed either of her fat balls and eased her, encouraged every drop to churn.
“There we go… easy big guy~”
“That was impressive!” Lyla grinned.
“I’ll… have your tiny heads…” The princess gasped. But her little riot was overshadowed by the parade float. Suddenly, her cock, well emptied and surely pleased, surged back to full arousal, veins throbbing and tightening out. The fairies blinked at it, shocked themselves at how it seemed even larger than before.
“What exactly did you give her…?” Lyla blinked.
“A potion…” Vee shrugged. “It’s hot, you have to admit. Let’s just help her out, get that thing back in its cave, and teleport her home. Her court mages can sort her out or daddy can buy a breeder mount.”
“Or a mare~” Lyla snickered.
“T-that isn’t funny!” The princess protested. “I… I can barely think! I need you two to…”
Lyla and Vee appeared on either side of her, slowly fluttering up in to view to whisper in the princess’s equine ears.
“Get you pleased? Satisfied?” Veribelle cooed.
“Get that biiiig stud cock nice and happy~” Lyla purred.
“Don’t worry, we won’t tell dad you had some wild fun~” Veribelle smiled. “Princess to princess, trust me, you wanna run wild while you can before your dad gets you betrothed to a bear.”
“A-a bear?” The princess blinked.
“Fairy politics are more complicated,” Veri ran her tongue along the princess’s ear. She half lowered it but her human face squinted, constricting in to a pleasured grunt. “So c’mon. Tell us you want it. Tell us you want a hand. You’ll never reach it like this~ Just trotting all the way hoooome~”
“Feeling it hit your belly~” Lyla cooed, licking her ear now. “Every step, up and down, bouncing, so hard and needy but you’ll have to resort to humping a rock or laying on your side and hoping the wind hits it~ Throbby throb~” The princess anxiously bounced, feel her cock thud against her ribs and the head engorge with blood and need. Pre slobberred out. It felt like she was on fire and being pitched the water.
“Please… please please…”
“Please what?~” Veri cooed, fingering herself through her skirt now.
“Get me off~”
“Get what off?~” Lyla offered, doing the same to her own self now. “We fairies respond well to direct, specific orders, else we end up giving you the wrong potions.”
“G-get my horse cock off please please please make me CUM!”
Usually not wont to take orders, the fairies were quite pleased with how they made the pretty girly girly confess to such terrible unnatural wants, and so they gleefully lowered themselves and discarded their dresses. It was time for their fun.
From either side, the naked fairies rubbed their bodies against that heavy horse cock. They pushed their pussies tight around it, riding the vein bulges for that precise pleasure they needed. They wrapped their hands around it, just barely able to touch their fingertips to their partner. And they ran up and down, pushing their bodies against that big heavy cock.
Grunting and needing, the princess began to hump and thrust, pushing the whole thing further and frantic. She needed pleasure now and was done being a behaved thing, she was an animal, a creature. Her pucker winked and tail raised. She pulled back on to her back hooves and kicked herself forward to get as much of her cock moving as possible.
“Fuck her cock’s so biiig~” Lyla moaned.
Veribelle rode up and tongued the cum slit, sampling the nectar. “Unf~ I can get drunk on this~”
“Really? Let me try,” Lyla rose up and took her turn at the faucet. “That is tasty!” The pair wrapped their tongues at the gate, mewling and sipping the sugary pre as it came. They met their tongues and leaned in to a kiss, mostly their tongues clearing the gap just barely across that wide cock, their chins painted in pre.
They felt the biggest pulse yet and knew it was coming. They lowered themselves and lifted their fingers to little sigils at their crotches. Fairy magic~ It let them store all their lustful energies built towards a climax and release it at the same time as their target. They picked the princess of course and felt their bodies vibrate and heat up in the same timing as the princess’s cock throbbed.
“Let it out~”
“You fucking stallion~”
The princess let loose a mightier torrent, this time managing to actually empty her balls as a convincing and heavy loud roared out from her, easily flooding the previous puddle and leaving behind a majestic and regal ocean.
The fairies laid in the study on the carpet, moaning happily as the princess was finally headed out. They gave her a magic map that would show the way and wished her the best. She’d arrive back at home and hopefully someone would be able to undo the spell. There was just one risk that was especially true with fae transformations but always with all; the more you like it the harder it is to cure.
And by the time the princess clopped her way home she was already throbbing like mad as the peasants gazed at the princess, her cheeks red and her sheathe throbbing as the rubbery entrance spread to show her excitement rising. “F-fetch me my father… Or the stable hand… yes, the freckly red head girl please… I-I require assistance and fast! The people cannot see their heir like this…”